Every year, my kids watch almost every day of the Tour de France. They know the names of the top cyclists, they understand the “stages,” they keep visuals in their heads of the route the bikers take through France.
Just like all other avid cyclists, they know Lance Armstrong.
“Yes, quitting lasts forever. And he did not even have the decency to admit his guilt. Oddly, two of my colleagues—both of whom had ridiculed me mercilessly for supporting Lance—wrote to me today to say that they actually felt sorry for the guy.
I do not. Lance Armstrong stood for something. He was a man who, despite the hatred, the envy, and the odds, would never quit, would never concede. He was the great American—a man of principle who also won. Now, I am afraid, he is nothing.”
True greatness is so hard to come by. It’s such a shame when it’s lost.